High Life

[Intro: Doug Ray]
Oh yeah
Doug Ray, Rich Nice
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[Verse 1: Doug Ray]
Well, I used to steal lollipops, candy, and gum
Sold 'em two for fifty cents at the back of the bus
I was an entrepreneur
From Blow Pops to bloated t-shirts with Nancy Reagan sayin', "Just say no"
Now picture me cuttin' your grass in army fatigues
Choppin' out trees till someone pays me to leave
And I show up at your house, drunk on a lawn mower
Honk the horn and tell your mom, "It's cool to be sober"
I dare you to keep kids off drugs, 'cause life sucks
Stuck in a small town, drivin' a big truck
The smart kids go to college to change the world
But then all they wanna do is fuck high school girls

[Chorus: Rich Cronin]
That's thе high life, I got no regrets
I do fuckеd up shit, get high, and forget
So outta control, it's all disrespect
I might say I'm sorry, then I do it again
That's the high life, I got no regrets
I do fucked up shit, get high, and forget
So outta control, it's all disrespect
I might say I'm sorry, then I do it again
That's the high life

[Verse 2: Doug Ray]
I realize when I get high, I don't make any progress
Quit smokin' for six days, and wanted to run for Congress
To advance legislation for the legalization of marijuana
But got stoned, and lost my motivation
It's the same sad story every time I apply for a job
A piss test to see if I get high
Well I do, so I'm stuck in a sorry-ass town
Where white kids drink out Hondas and drive around
Now everyone I know wants to be Eminem
I just wanna do my own thing, and be his best friend
But years of substance abuse got me lost and confused
I see my toes through my shoes, now I'm singin' the blues

[Chorus: Rich Cronin]
That's the high life, I got no regrets
I do fucked up shit, get high, and forget
So outta control, it's all disrespect
I might say I'm sorry, then I do it again
That's the high life, I got no regrets
I do fucked up shit, get high, and forget
So outta control, it's all disrespect
I might say I'm sorry, then I do it again
That's the high life

[Bridge: Rich Cronin]
Moonlight ticket in the back of the drone
Tell the judge don't pay me no mind
Rolled a little pink ticket in the back of the trunk
'Cause I'll be out in six days with a fine
When I get home, I'm gonna walk the line
And leave all of that behind
When I get home, it's a matter of time
Before I change my mind

[Pre-Chorus: Doug Ray with Rich Cronin]
That's the high life, I got no regrets
I do fucked up shit, get high, and forget
So outta control, it's all disrespect
I might say I'm sorry, then I do it again
That's the high life

[Chorus: Rich Cronin]
I got no regrets
I do fucked up shit, get high, and forget
So outta control, it's all disrespect
I might say I'm sorry, then I do it again
That's the high life
I got no regrets
I do fucked up shit, get high, and forget
So outta control, it's all disrespect
I might say I'm sorry, then I do it again
That's the high life

[Outro: Rich Cronin]
That's the high life
That's the high life